Kieran

(written by hermie)

"He learned the only way he'd ever fit in, and he's fine with that. Well, not really, but what can he do? He can't every really stay in one place--except for when he was younger--the fault of his parents. For their jobs, he never really quite understands what they do but he knows it comes with moving at the most obnoxious times. Always when he feels like he's making a space for himself and not settling squished between others. All of this, not surprisingly led to him fixating on something that stays the same, no matter where you go. Music. There's never not music. Honestly Kieran doesn't know where he'd be without it. Maybe the weird skeevy towns wouldn't have a record store, but there was always a radio, his own tapes. So he held onto music and drifted. Kept on stumbling through friends and life. Until he got to high school. His parents had mentioned they wouldn't be leaving after a year, or a few months. That Kieran could relax for a few years: finally rip the tape off the boxes he wouldn’t have otherwise opened because of convenience. He took that advice; seems like it's working? Kieran doesn't know. He can never tell if he's having fun or that he will hold a memory near and dear to his heart until it's over; he's fine with everything so far though."